Page 59 of Ella's Masquerade
As would I.
That she acquiesced so young proved her fae nature. She accepted our destiny so readily, as most Midnight Fae would in our position. The attraction between us only heightened our blood match, which was precisely the reason I originally chose her. I felt the stirrings of our compatibility when we first met, and realized why when I read her file.
This woman was my perfect mate.
And I would spend the rest of my life ensuring that she didn’t regret this decision.
I kissed her neck, adoring her for allowing me to stake my claim. “Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you for trusting me.”
My incisors pierced her skin before she could reply, my bite sinking into her pulse point.
She moaned my name, her arm circling my lower back as her opposite hand tightened against my neck, holding me to her. Not that I required the motivation. The first taste of her delectable essence held me captive, my mouth unable to move away, my throat already working to take as much of her into me as I possibly could.
Power swam around us.
Electricity raced up and down our limbs.
The bond was immediate, her psyche and soul joining mine in a blood promise. Possessiveness rolled over me, the need to claim every inch of her a darkness that consumed my mind.
My palm moved from her lower back to her ass, squeezing.
Her responding groan had me growling against her neck.
“More,” she panted, her hand a vise around my nape. “More, Tray.”
I lifted her off the ground single-handed and walked her backward to the wall. Her legs circled my waist, placing her hot center right where I wanted her.
That little dress of hers rolled up to her hips, leaving her thighs bare.
And a snap of her panties allowed me to feel the dampness pooling in that sweet spot I so desperately wanted to taste.
She didn’t hold back, her moans matching the neediness of her hips as she pressed into my groin.
A Midnight Fae’s bite always intensified sexual encounters, but this was more than just our initial mating. This was the fae beneath her skin coming out to claim her male, just as my inner fae demanded I take my female.
I released her neck, licking the wound closed with a hint of magic, and slanted my mouth over hers.
She kissed me as though she needed me to breathe.
And I gave her all the life she required with my tongue.
My blazer hit the floor, her exploring hands running all over my back and arms. I captured her face between my palms, dictating our kiss while allowing her to set the playing field for what came next.
Each writhing thrust against my aching cock sent sparks flying. Literally. Because my magic was out of control for this girl. All I wanted was to sink into her damp heat, to bathe my arousal in her own, and to give her every piece of my soul in the process.
This woman owned me.
Every lick, nip, and kiss sealing the promise between our souls.
“Take me to bed,” she whispered.
A quiver worked its way up my spine, my feet already moving before my hands could grip her hips. She clung to me with her thighs, her eagerness a slick presence I longed to indulge in.
Her back hit the mattress of my bed—one I rarely used but was about to thoroughly put to the test. I climbed over her, bracing on my hands as her fingers went to the buttons of my dress shirt. They practically popped off in her hurry to get to my skin, her appreciative gaze stroking my torso and heightening my yearning with each passing second.
I helped her remove the fabric as it hit my shoulders, shrugging out of the material and smiling when she pushed me to my back with her palm on my chest. Her lips tasted my jaw, my neck, my pecs and abs. Each kiss a tantalizing caress that heated my blood even more.
I fisted my fingers in her hair as she reached my belt, her blue eyes peering up at me with questions in their depths. “You set the pace,” I told her, refusing to take anything from her that she didn’t readily agree to give.
